Do you ever wonder what Dark and Krad do after they were sealed? Well yeah there’s the floating-in-the-darkness-forever theory but what if you used my mind? but i warn you, hikari artworks destroy brain cells. another announcement at the end don't be mad

Warnings:
possible
shounen-ai (don't like don't read), my crazy mind at work (yes
readers this is a warning) and uhh complete craziness (I think I
mentioned that before)

Disclaimer:
well
I own my pet pawprintand
the still fighting egos back there, that's all I'll ever own

Somekind
of summary: Do
you ever wonder what Dark and Krad do after they were sealed? Well
yeah there's the floating-in-the-darkness-forever theory but what
if you used my mind? Well I'm just gonna type it down, anyway.

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"Krad,
stop this already" Dark panted

"why
would I, afraid to lose Dark-chan?" Krad teased

"because
no one ever did record our scores so we won't even know who's
beating who in this stupid game" Dark swung the tennis racket above
his head

"oh
yeah I forgot" Krad replied dropping the annoying yellow ball and
letting it fall into nothingness. Their imaginary tennis court
vanished leaving the two floating into what looked like an abstract
painting. "Dark would you change the fucking background it's
hurting my eyes"

"fine,
fine" as he imagined another background this time showing babes
wearing bikinis in the beach "happy now?"

"hmm
nice I like this girl" Krad floated closer to the girl who was
wearing band-aids, literally.

"where
the hell did that come from?!" dark backed away from the background
but it seemed that it was getting closer

"my
wonderful imagination" Krad danced around. Dark twitched

"figures"

"geez
how long is it now?"

"hell
I don't know they don't have clocks in this place"

"darned
painting"

"well
at least we could imagine anything we want here" dark replied
imagining beer which appeared in front of him, taking it all down in
one gulp, having that beer mustache and wiping it off

"yeah
as if things here are real" Krad complained imagining himself in a
bar complete with the stage…and the pole, the only thing missing is
the dancer.

"well
it looks real to me" dark sat beside Krad in the bar ordering a
tequila from the floating bottles which worked expertly.

"heck
you call that real" Krad pointed to the bottles that are pouring
Dark's request

"well…"

"I
want real hot babes grinding on my lap" and one appeared in Krad's
lap.

"well,
you were saying"

"they
aren't real, no emotions or what so ever, and they act among my
minds request, I want someone whose moves are unpredictable"

"somehow
I don't like where this is going" dark complained slowly sipping
his drink, but it seemed like Krad didn't hear him

"heck
I'll even pass for a bisexual in this case" with this Dark
started to inch away from the perverted blond, but somehow it seemed
that he was never moving

"imagine
a room of your own" Dark replied, climbing to his bed. Krad
whimpered suddenly looking like a stray cat abandoned in the rain
"what?"

"nothing
much" Krad sighed as he imagined Satoshi's king sized bed and
climbing in it to get some rest. Dark felt relieved and soon fell
asleep, he didn't know what will happen when he wakes up, no he
wont. But I might.

TBC,
I think

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Kenosu:
this is the shortest thing I have ever posted so far ----

Kai:
you're just lazy

Kishio:
I agree

Kenosu:
don't rub it in

Kai:
stop being lazy it rubs on us and later we will be like Kenosu!!

Kishio:
what's wrong with that?

Kai:-sigh-
review if you have the time --.--;

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